Posts Tagged ‘Wife’
Aug
Exit Stage Left
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A young lady reminded me of the theatre, a single spotlight illuminating an actor on stage; blackness all around except for her brightly lit face and dust particles dancing about, defying gravity as they floated in all directions.
I also thought about a woman, a wife and mother, watching television, a solitary figure in a dark room. Her life’s work was behind her, trying to distract herself from reality by watching mindless entertainment and wondering what people had to do with themselves when they weren’t doing anything else.
Now, I’m nothing more than that dust particle floating my days away.
From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster
May
Oliver’s Army
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Oliver was the first to notice.
He was enjoying a day off, determined to spend it in his garden, partly to work in it, partly to relax in a folding chair.
Leaning on a rake he called out to his wife:
“Would you look at that? I have never seen this many together on a single bush.”
She was just as surprised as he was.
“Remember? Last spring we didn’t mow the lawn for a month. Could this have something to do with it?”
Thousands, even millions of butterflies gave a clear forewarning: the new rulers were on the rise.
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé Suys (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing short stories whilst recovering from a sports injury and he hasn’t stopped since. Generally he writes them hatless and barefooted.
Apr
Close Call
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The traffic light turned amber. On any other day Geoff would have braked, but today something compelled him to floor the accelerator.
His wife, Janet, looked over, alarmed. “What are you doing?”
Grim-faced, Geoff focused on the road ahead. The light went red. Janet covered her eyes as the car shot through the intersection.
Safely on the other side, Geoff eased off on the accelerator and breathed out.
“What was that all about?” Janet asked.
Geoff was lost for words.
Glancing in the mirror, his jaw dropped as he watched a jack-knifing lorry careering into stationary cars at the intersection.
From Guest Contributor David Lowis
Mar
Settled, Unsettled
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The atmosphere had been charged all day so when the storm started neither of them was surprised. The husband settled in to read; the wife paced the room unsettled.
“What if,” she said, then paused at the window, watching the rain lash against the panes.
“Hmmn?” He responded, bookmarking his place with a finger to listen.
“What if,” she continued, contemplating the unleashing storm, “we got a divorce?”
“Are you angry, disappointed, frustrated, sad, or joking?” he asked in reply.
She turned to then contemplate him. “Does it matter?”
“Whatever you want,” he said, and returned to reading his book.
Melissa Ridley Elmes
Melissa is a Virginia native currently living in Missouri in an apartment that delightfully approximates a hobbit-hole. Her poetry and fiction have appeared in Reunion; The Dallas Review Online, Eye to the Telescope, Star*Line, Gyroscope, In Parentheses, and other print and web venues, and her first book of poetry, Arthurian Things: A Collection of Poems, was published by Dark Myth Publications in 2020. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram @MRidleyElmes
Jan
Dancing With The Boss
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Listen…it’s that song where, in the music video, he picks someone from the audience and starts dancing with her.”
“He has better songs.”
“Did you know she became his wife?”
“You got it wrong. She’s an actress.”
“What do you mean?”
“Before she became famous for her role in that sitcom, she appeared in commercials and music videos.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t have to, but check him on the web, search for his wife and check her picture.”
“…”
“It isn’t the same one, is it?”
“Could I have been wrong all these years?”
“Looks like it.”
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé Suys (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing short stories whilst recovering from a sports injury and he hasn’t stopped since. Generally he writes them hatless and barefooted.
Dec
Hard To Swallow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
We take the caddy everywhere; it is a modern Grand Tour.
During our European escapades my brother was the fourth cavalier, so we are retracing our trip of a lifetime: Oslo, Paris and Tuscany; Ljubljana and Granada.
Back in England, my wife welcomes us before we leave for the final destination: Bibury, the most beautiful village in England.
She makes steaming mugs of tea and we toast my friend, my brother, tears welling in our eyes. Then it is time to move, and I pick up the caddy.
It’s empty. He’s gone.
My wife is ashen-faced.
And we turn green.
From Guest Contributor Hugh Cartwright
Dec
Thoughts And Prayers
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Small furry animals have crawled out of their holes for a look. Such sights! Smashed-in skulls and severed feet and angels covered in blood. Like a nasty drunk, God has been exceptionally belligerent of late. A cadaverous woman in blue scrubs who says her name is April asks, “On a scale of 1-10, with 1 being the lowest, how severe is your pain?” Strangers on social media offer thoughts and prayers. Even then, the leaves on trees instantly wither as a burning airship passes overhead. My wife refuses a ride. We cling together just like the words in a poem.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is the author of Failed Haiku, a poetry collection that is the co-winner of the 2021 Grey Book Press Chapbook Contest. It is scheduled for publication in summer 2022.
Nov
Waiting
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The mud on my face sticks to me from the heat of the sun, and I’m cramped in a hole waiting.
The sound of ammunition and men screaming is deafening. I reach in my pocket and take out the picture of my wife. She’s so beautiful. I close my eyes and envision myself stroking her long black hair and kissing her luscious lips. I miss her so much, it aches. I promised I’d make it back, but I know that could be a lie. No one knows what will happen in this damn war.
And so, I sit and wait.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Aug
The Cave
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Today is his wife’s birthday. Five years later, a ghastly memory lingers over him. He cringes recalling the cave tour he planned for his adventurous wife. Now, he desperately yearns for her.
A cold breeze sends shivers down his spine while he silently fights back tears. His grief-stricken heart is infuriated by Mother Nature’s cruelty.
He still hears echoes of his wife’s pleas to rescue their child from nature’s wrath. Ruthless in stealing her, now this cold cave is blessed with his wife’s beautiful soul.
A flurry of air passes through him as her immortal love warms the hollow cave.
From Guest Contributor Hetal Shah
Hetal Shah graduated with her Bachelor of Commerce from SIES. She lives in Mumbai with her husband, son, and daughter. She rekindled her hobby of writing over the past year. She is the winner of Mumbai Poetry League 2020, and her poem was published in an anthology by Poets of Mumbai called Guldastaa A Bouquet of Poems. She also writes flash fiction, and has been published twice on 101words.org. She loves to read, and especially enjoys reading and writing stories of romance and everyday life. Besides writing, she enjoys cooking new cuisines, traveling, and singing.
Jul
River Of Memories
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Fishel sent his wife and two boys away even though Adella insisted they stay until his fever broke. He wouldn’t hear of it. The “Wolves” could arrive at any moment, and he didn’t want to risk his family.
Fishel’s temperature raged, and he became delirious, his wife a constant vision. Too weak to travel, he went to bed, fell into a deep slumber, and dreamt of his family.
Stomping and yelling awakened him from his pleasant dream.
Four Nazi’s burst through the door, guns pointed at Fishel’s face.
“Get up Jew.”
He obeyed and left a river of memories behind.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher